Harmony

What could you let go of, for the sake of harmony?

The one thing I’ve decided to let go of is people attachment. I’ve spent too much time hesitating—lingering over Messenger, checking Facebook, wondering if I should reach out. I thought Xandra was someone open-minded, someone I could connect with. But in truth, she’s stuck in her own world. A narrow, guarded mind pretending to be free.

That’s my story. And for a brief moment, I felt happy—completely, quietly happy.

Then, I heard it—a soft tick from the dressing stool. I didn’t have to turn. I knew. A presence had joined me, sitting beside me as I began the online Guru Pooja. My back was upright. My breath was steady. I didn’t show fear. I didn’t flinch.

I had called this into my life somehow. And now, I was ready to face it.

Through the Pooja, I stayed still. My brother was just downstairs, unaware of what I was experiencing. A deep peace settled into me. Something stirred within—the base of my spine, alive with motion. It rose gently, whispering:
“I am moving away from here.”

A warm glow appeared between my brows. My mind floated. My smile came naturally, glowing in the light. The peace was so powerful it felt magical.

At that moment, I thought:
If I had to die now, I would accept it.
I have caused pain. I’ve made mistakes.
No one will ever know the full story.
There will be no book, no record.
Not even the entities that visit me will speak of it.
They’ll just continue their silent work.
And I’ll be gone.

Later, while dining out, I saw her again. Or maybe just a mirror of her—Xandra, sitting with her husband and friends, laughing and eating.
I felt frozen.
Why is she still thinking of me?
Then I remembered: I had sent her an offer that would expire in six days.
Maybe I was hoping for confirmation.
Maybe I wanted to believe it was her sitting beside me that morning—listening to the Guru Pooja, too.

In the restaurant, I began repeating silently to myself:
“I mustn’t telepathy her. I am only a speck of dust. I am nothing in your existence.”
Again and again, until her image faded from my mind.

Then, Raul—her husband—appeared in my awareness.
I could feel his concern, watching his wife drift into another space.
I repeated the same words:
“I mustn’t telepathy anyone. I am only a speck of dust. I am nothing in your existence.”
And he too faded.

That night, I felt it again—Xandra trying to connect through her Facebook photo.
I looked at it.
I breathed.
And I told myself:
Enough. This is the end. I will not engage again.

She may be educated, but her mind remains closed.
That’s her journey—not mine.
I no longer need to seek her understanding.
I no longer need to carry her presence in my life.

Now, I follow the flow of harmony.
Letting go doesn’t mean forgetting.
It means choosing freedom over confusion.
Peace over pressure.
Clarity over chaos.

I let go.
I embrace what remains.
And I remember—
I am only a speck of dust.
Yet even dust glows when the light is right.